CHILD sIngS IN THE WOMB
body is a goblet. And the man is filled
with a need to tell a story
that is filling with their love. The deep sex
sounds of giving birth. The deep
sea sounds of giving
The man doesn't know if
he is a woman or a man.
Into this weird world of everyday longing
for miracles, he stumbles.
When the child appears
from the women's body,
the man says, "I have been
waiting to talk to you for a very long time."
While she is in labor, wherever
they made love fills with the ocean,
water goes in and around the tiny
articles that had rubbed against their lives--
the clocks and boxes and spoons.
The wedding dress in the attic
she wore for someone else sways beneath the
water. The garden is
engulfed. The trees in the woods
are learing new ways to breathe.
Water flows into the things they left
the black hole of the man's hat,
the soft red caves of the woman's
pockets. Someone wakes to an ocean in
Topeka. Another to
an ocean in Zanzibar. Hotel
rooms are flooded, luggage
floating out the doors. When the
child appears from the
woman's body, the woman says,
"Oh, how quickly you must learn to swim."